LETTER TO MY 18 YEAR OLD SELF
I was sitting in the Montevideo gym for my granddaughter’s baccalaureate service, listening to the preacher deliver his message. As I looked out at the graduates, a thought hit me: If I could talk to myself at 18 years old, knowing what I know now, what advice would I give him? What would I tell that young, sharp-looking 18-year-old—fresh out of high school, packed up, … Continue reading LETTER TO MY 18 YEAR OLD SELF